The talented Zoey strikes again. She ran head on into a 12-pack of bottled beer that was (annoyingly) sitting on the floor in the kitchen. (My housemate thinks that the floor is an appropriate place to store things.) It wasn't even that Zoey had come around the corner and been surprised by the new obstacle. We were in the same room the whole time and then I said we should go upstairs. Maybe in her excitement she miscalculated and ran head on into the pack of beer. (Which was also not in the direction of the stairs.) The best part was that the pack only had a few beers left in it so upon impact, bottles fell and made clanging noises. Nora jumped, or rather hopped, a couple of feet from where she'd been seconds earlier. See, Nora puts on a strong, scary exterior but in reality she's absolutely terrified by any thing that would not be easily anticipated. Or anything out of the norm. Or anything startling. Or any grates or ground coverings that make the ground appear to be unstable.
So, Zoey plows into pack of beer. Beers fall and clang. Zoey, unphased, walks/runs towards the stairs. Concurrently, Nora is having a freak out about the noises so much so that she drops the toy that she was carrying in her mouth and runs towards the stairs too. As though, somehow, the toy was also involved in the conspiracy.
Ah, the pair of them are endless entertainment.
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